‘You still have me.’

In the past, Deirdre would not have been relieved. Instead, she would have been haunted by Brendan’s remark. However, Deirdre lowered her gaze now and felt her heart, which was sealed in ice, begin to crack slowly.

She actually found Brendan’s remark convincing; perhaps it was due to Ophelia’s presence that her withered heart had been restored. She had found a way to pursue her dream and she was no longer living like a zombie.

Similarly, she would not attach any hope to Brendan, like she had in the past.

She felt that her current life was pretty great. Her mother would return to her when her illness was cured, and she would be working in the meantime. That was already enough for her, and she would be able to leave without feeling any disappointment and live a life that belonged to her when Brendan was bored of her.

“Hmm.”

She answered nonchalantly in a very soft tone, as if the voice came from her throat. However, Brendan managed to hear her reply, which